User blog comment:Cortez Firebrush/The Battle of Bornegascar/@comment-2246928-20190615224053/@comment-2246928-20190616012520

The wildcat's face came up really close to the ferret's, his pale-green eyes boring savagely into hers. "Scared, private?" He said coldly. "Keep shaking and I'll make sure you're the first one off the boat and into enemy fire. And you," he rounded on the skunk. "This isn't the first time you've been disruptive, Private Dawlson. I don't like troublemakers. You both won't have to worry about facing rebels if you continue this behavior, because I'll kill you myself." The skunk nodded quickly, her smirk completely gone now. "Yes, Lieutenant Kurzig, sir!"

"That's enough, Lieutenant Kurzig." Captain Czarniak said, concluding his inspection as he returned to the head of the company and addressed them, his scaly hands folded behind his back, his back straight and chest puffed. "I've seen enough rifles. It's nearly time to take the southern beach, so I have one thing left to say to you all- you are Hritzburg Royal Rifles Company. I have trained you and raised you from mewling pups to warriors of the finest caliber the Republic has ever seen. There will be no rebel victory today, or any day after this one. We are the Republic's finest, and we will see the Rebellion die. For the Republic!"

The soldiers lifted up their rifles. The sergeants lifed up their pistols, the officers their swords. "For the Republic!"

"For Supreme Leader Saranov! Raaah!"

"For Supreme Leader Saranov! RAAAAAAAHH!!"